A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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KYA YEH ZARURI HAI

क्या यह जरूरी है कि मेरे हाथों में

Usko Paney Ki chahat

रंजिश क्या करे हम उनसे

ये अपना दिल

KYA DIN THE BATCH PAN KE

Hum se hamara bachpn chhinne tub jawani ati hai,

Sirf yaden chhod jati hai sari khushiyan

Love More Hurts

I don't get how you can't see

All the things you did to me.

If only you knew

SACH ME FARK NAHI PADTA

तुम्हे सच में फर्क नहीं पड़ता,

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that's always what I do
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just memor

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Your special day has come by again.

We had

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It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.

There's just so much about

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Where did you get such a dirty face,

My darling dirty-faced child?

I got it from

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